He looked between her and the folder. "Really, babe?" He asked incredulously. "Three little snippets is your big break?" He couldn't believe she couldn't see what was going on here. Was she really this dense? "That isn't a 'big break'. That's busy work. This shit isn't gonna' lead anywhere." 

He scoffed and stood up. "I told you to quit this 'big time journalist' shit months ago. Journalism is [i]dead[/i]. We can't pay rent with a blurry fucking picture!" He was getting worked up now, pacing angrily.